STELLA

Lately, home has started feeling more and more uncomfortable. Sometimes I feel trapped. Why, I don’t know. Can't believe the Same house I grew up in now makes my skin to crawl.

The air in here is too… controlled. Like every piece of furniture was handpicked not for comfort, but for power.

The entire living room feels like a boardroom disguised as a home—dark wood floors, leather chairs that nobody actually sits in, and the faint smell of cigars soaked into the walls.

I ...